Sometimes she doesn’t make any sense, she thought as she realized that she was thinking in the third person.
I spent the day shifting in and out of my head listening to my thoughts spiral out of control and directly downward. I wandered in and out of my office to analyze teeny, tiny details as they crossed my mind with @ -- friend/therapist/bro extraordinaire. She deserves a medal for days like these.
After work I met Meg, in the rain for an approximately 40 minute run. We were both reeling from our days – for very different reasons – and we booked it around the neighborhood chatting incessantly about our respective… um… stuff.
This was what I needed. The grey sky and the cold drizzle. I never thought that running in this weather could be so fantastic, but it was.
Thinking clearly for the first time in at least two and a half days (finally!), I found my passport, pulled my suitcase from the closest, did all of my laundry, and heard from MM. Maybe it’s time I get out of my head.
I love running. Sometimes I still can’t believe that this was the thing that was missing.